Laughs Mercury?
MER. Is Cupid angry?
CUP. Hath he not cause, when his purpose is so deluded?
MER. A rare comedy, it shall be entitled Cupid's?
CUP. Do not scorn us Hermes.
MER. Choler and Cupid are two fiery things; I scorn them not.
But I see that come to pass which I presaged in the beginning.
CUP. You cannot tell: perhaps the physic will not work so soon
upon some as upon others. It may be the rest are not so resty.
MER. "Ex ungue"; you know the old adage; as these so are the
remainder.
CUP. I'll try: this is the same shaft with which I wounded
Argurion. [WAVES HIS ARROW AGAIN.]
MER. Ay, but let me save you a labour, Cupid: there were certain
bottles of water fetch'd, and drunk off since that time, by these
gallants.
CUP. Jove strike me into the earth! the Fountain of Self-love!
MER. Nay faint not Cupid.
CUP. I remember'd it not.
MER. Faith, it was ominous to take the name of Anteros upon you;
you know not what charm or enchantment lies in the word: you saw,
I durst not venture upon any device in our presentment, but was
content to be no other then a simple page. Your arrows'
properties, (to keep decorum,) Cupid, are suited, it should seem,
to the nature of him you personate.
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